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“That’s right,” Loki confirmed. “Thank Christ, we’re clear on that point.”
The intensity of their joining had left him dazed, but he managed to lift his weight off Abby. Pulling her up from the floor, he placed a firm hand around her midriff and guided her to bed. Ordering her to stay, he puttered to the front door and hung a handmade sign signaling to trick-or-treaters that they weren’t available.
Loki released a breath. It had gone better than he’d expected. Abby hadn’t walked out of her apartment dressed like a fairy stripper. She hadn’t been accosted by hordes of drunken brothers at the clubhouse. He’d f****d her hard and, most importantly, she acknowledged his total ownership of her.
Life was starting to look up. He wasn’t fool enough to assume that everything would be smooth s
